Blossoming from the silence, in shades of palish pink and powder rose,
Lifting high my cheeks and the corners of my mouth,
Flying through the air like foamy spray, rolling, rhythmic, frothy laughter,
To let me know it’s you, before I know what it’s about;
When its giggle tells me it’s from you, I grow interested and happy,
Because you’re you my sparkling intuition sings,
A perky prelude to important things, or just the scoop on daily schedules,
I hear it first, then feel a lift beneath my wings;
Because I love you angel girl, the timeless beauty of your spirit,
Your sweet explosive fire, and the tenderness of you,
The ways you care for kids and animals, your natural beauty, grace, and loyalty,
You are a goddess, I treasure everything you do;
And it’s hard for me to hold it back, like the sunrise on the ocean,
Blushing out those orange whispers from the night,
Could we hide the sun, the moon, the truth; could the rainbow’s scream be muffled;
Or will they break illusion’s wall and shine the light;
Blossoming from the silence, in shades of palish pink and powder rose,
Lifting high my cheeks and the corners of my mouth,
Flying through the air like foamy spray, rolling, rhythmic, frothy laughter,
To let me know it’s you, before I know what it’s about,
To let me know it’s you, before I know what it’s about.
